I Had Something In My

My Paintings Are Well-painted, Not Nimbly But Patiently. My Painting Contains In It The Message Of Pain. I Think That At Least A Few People Are Interested In It. It's Not Revolutionary. Why Keep Wishing For It To Be Belligerent? I Can't. Painting Completed My Life. I Lost Three Children And A Series Of Other Things That Would Have Fulfilled My Horrible Life. My Painting Took The Place Of All Of This. I Think Work Is The Best.

It Was Worthwhile To Come Here Only To See Why Europe Is Rottening, Why All This People - Good For Nothing - Are The Cause Of All The Hitlers And Mussolinis.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

I Tried To Drown My Sorrows, But The Bastards Learned How To Swim, And Now I Am Overwhelmed By This Decent And Good Feeling.

It's Not Possible To Present An Accurate Picture Of Our Culture Without All The Voices Of The People In The Culture. So At The Emerging Level, You Can't Have A Good Survey Art Show Without Women And Artists Of Color.